Applejack was now officially part of the herd. After they finished their first time, AJ shouted “FINALLY!” and Kamina apologized for being a stupid, dick-headed moron for trying to avoid her. Also there was his admittance to everypony that he was now bisexual because of his ability to turn into a female. That was awkward. But, they easily accepted it, what with them being so dang cool and all. For his mares though; that just meant they could be more liberal with what they decided to try out.

AJ was a bit uncomfortable with the concept of being in a massive orgy again, after the fiasco with Rarity, Trickster and Twilight last year; so she was told she had no pressure to join them whenever they arranged for one, which was at least once a month. Since she was a busy mare, she could find time for them whenever she wished. It didn't mean that every weekend wasn't “hump day” now, since Kamina still helped on the farm.

Over the next couple of days, not much happened of too much interest. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo; the CMC, short for Cutie Mark Crusaders, asked each of the Element Bearers how they got their cutie marks. Kamina still groaned at the name for it, but he could now understand WHY it was called that; the marks themselves were usually cute. Hell, even his awesome flaming skull wearing shades was cute in a way, if only to the right people though. He'd still call them flank marks for guys though.

Anyhow, yeah, apparently it was all Blitz's doing. When he was still a filly, Rainbow Dash performed her first Sonic Rainboom, which all the Element Bearers saw, and caused them to discover their talents. It was poetic; how Loyalty was what brought them all together long before they even met. Kamina knew though...his mom manipulated them, so that they would be forced to meet. He knew that it was Blitz's first Rainboom that allowed her to connect the dots, to identify them. If Dash hadn't done it...would she have even taken Twilight in as her student? Would...any of them be as they are now?

It was depressing to think about. When asked why he seemed so melancholy about it, he deflected. He deflected so hard his friends got whiplash. He wouldn't give an inch on this...the Gala was just next week. Everything would be settled then. Everything.

After that; Twilight got a pet. It was an owl, suitably enough, named Owlowiscious. Kamina refused to bother learning such a mouthful of a name, and dubbed him Kittan; since the intelligent fowl seemed to have a similar taste in the shape of the plumage on it's head to Kamina's late friend's hair style. Kamina could not resist petting him for a sample, so he could get the feather design and placement for his wings to make them silent. He loved how he could silently swoop down and scare people; it was glorious. Gilda was notably jealous when he told her about it; saying it would make hunting so much easier if her prey didn't hear her wings flap or feathers break the air.

So, it was then that Kamina put to test something he'd been practicing; extending his Will to alter others as well. He had to get permission of course, but Gilda said if she could swoop on a wild animal easier, she'd go for it. He had to hold talons with her, keep her calm, and Animak guided it along. She hissed regularly through the “operation” saying it stung like a body-wide bruise. After several minutes, Kamina told her it was finished, and sure enough; when she flew, she was silent.

Gilda was so happy she even hugged him, which she told him to never tell anyone about. This led to Kamina considering just what else he could do to help his friends. Could he even give them...dare say, his alicorn cell's regeneration? Stop their aging? It was beyond tempting, beyond hoping. He knew he was ageless; his mares were not, his friends were not, not even Spike, who could live for thousands of years was not. He remembered how his heart literally broke just from his mares and friends not recognizing him and fearing him. He couldn't take that again.

But; it was a thought for another time, because right now-. “PARTY! Enough of all this doom and gloom! It's time I got some screentime!” Pinkie cut it out! You're interrupting the narrative! “And YOU are being a Debbie Downer! Relax! It's a kid's show!”

“Pinkie...who're you talking to?” Blitz asked in concern, as Pinkie had started shouting at the blank wall she was preparing to put the Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Pony game.

“Eh, he, he. No reason~!” After she put up the poster, she poked the wall, causing...my screen to tap. “I'll get you soon mister. Believe that.”

I. Am. Nervouscited right now.

“Good! Now; make this a GOOD party! All the dreariness above needs to be broken. You've been mostly all relationship problems and concepts of sexuality lately.” Pinkie then tapped the tacks into the corner of the poster, and spun around to face the party goers. “Welcome everyone to Gummy's birthday! He's turning one this year; so it's a very special day! Let's boogie!”

Alright then; let's make this epic. A disco ball deploys from the ceiling, and Vinyl who was invited too; starts playing some sweet dancing beats, getting everyone to groove. Hm...not enough.... Stallion models burst in through the windows, which repaired themselves, nobody asking questions as the models began to pose. STILL not enough! Pinkie's Party Cannon aimed out of the kitchen and blasted the whole place into being a gloriously decorated bash, baked treats and spiked punch strategically located on the tables. A bit more. Octavia stands with a violin next to Vinyl, and begins to rapidly play a suiting accompaniment as a bunch of party games seem to appear from nowhere. How about-.

“Game!” Pinkie starts tapping on the pony poster with a sheepish smile. “Um...you didn't need to go THIS far....” Oh...sorry. “It's okay; I'm sure you've done more than enough for Gummy's party. I barely had to do anything.” That was kinda the idea.... “And you all wonder how I can do the things I do.” Pinkie fluttered her eyes. Wait...really? You manipulate the fourth dimension? “I'm doing it now silly~!” Pinkie blew a kiss. Um...wow...you sneaky pink devil! “It's a gift.” Pinkie went back to the party. Okay, seriously, enough shattering the fourth wall; back to the narrative.

The party was a hit. Everyone had a great time; especially Gummy, who actually twitched his toe to a few songs! Kamina was able to actually relax and was happy to head home-. *knock, knock*' Pinkie was tapping on the air. “Hey, um...I know it's a lot to ask; but can we focus on my point of view?” Pinkie; Kamina's the focus character for this fic. “But for this chapter? He's just going to be brooding over all the stuff he's been through lately. That's no fun.”

It isn't a matter of fun.

“It always is silly~. So what; do you just like seeing others in pain?” Pinkie leered at me through the barrier between dimensions. “Okay, that's enough. C'mere.” Pinkie started hitting the air very hard! Stop that! I don't do self-inserts! “I'm getting the narrator, not the writer! Come out!” No! Run Game Junkie! “Pinkie's hoof shattered an invisible barrier, and she reached in.

“Ah! She's got me!” A gray blank-flank stallion earth pony with long black straight hair so fair like Pinkamena's that he could easily be mistaken for a mare, was pulled from the fissure in reality, where he flopped onto the floor in astonishment as the fissure in reality healed. “How? What? But....”

“I thought you knew better than to try and know how I do the things I do.” Pinkie stated slyly as she smirked down on the physical manifestation of portrayal and conveyance. “See? The omniscient narrator will do just fine without you.”

“But I'm the NARRATOR! I'm NOT supposed to be...out here....” Game looked like he was short of having a panic attack. “I haven't left the barrier between worlds in centuries....” He clenched his stormy gray eyes. “When I open my eyes, I will be in control of my situation. I am not at the mercy of fate. I am in control of my own decisions, my own thoughts, my own-.”

“Whatchadoin'?” Pinkie interrupted Game's attempt to gain control of his fear, and then plopped onto her rump next to him and compared their manes. “Wow! You have my natural hairstyle! Only it's pure black, and shiny!”

“Your hair is shiny too Pinkie; it's just harder to notice because it's such a light color.” Game replied, getting a smile and titter from the party pony. “So...why am I here? Out of my safe bubble separate from reality?”

“I just had to get you out here. You've been watching us so carefully. Manipulating things so they go right.” Pinkie hugged Game, who blushed at the earnest expression of gratitude. “I had to thank you. That whole “tricking you into doing all the work for Gummy's party” thing earlier was just to prove that you're not just somepony looking out for us. You're our friend too.” Pinkie beamed at Game, who was astounded at her reasoning.

“But we've never actually met before now.” Game wriggled, trying to get out of the now awkward hug that Pinkie refused to free him from, but found his feeble lack of strength worthless in the face of the strength of a mare who'd grown up on a rock farm; notorious for producing ponies of prodigious and shocking strength.

“Oh Game, you're so silly. You don't need to meet somepony to be their friend. We've been friends since before we met.” Pinkie finally let him go and stood up with her hoof held out to him, face split in a grand smile. “So. I know it's really, really late. But is it okay if I welcome you to Ponyville? We can have the party tomorrow.”

Game was seriously touched...he hadn't had a friend in hundreds of years. Yet here was this mare; extending a hoof of friendship out of the blue. “But you don't know anything about me....”

“I know you could've just ignored us. You could have just left us alone. But you didn't. That's enough for me.” Pinkie put her extended hoof under one of his, and helped him up. “So, whatcha say? Friends?”

Game looked down at the hoof holding his, and closed his eyes to gently sigh through his nose. “Sure, if you don't mind an exiled crystal pony. I'll be your friend.”

“What's a crystal pony?” Pinkie asked in confusion, and Game walked up to a light and held his hoof over it. The light shined through his hoof, but not by much. It was dull, clouded, imperfect. “Whoa...that's so cool!”

“Thanks. A pure crystal pony; one who is still connected to the Crystal Heart, is much more vibrant and clear.” Pinkie was clearly waiting for him to continue, so he rolled his eyes. “Okay, story time then. About a thousand years ago, just before the Nightmare Incident; a small city-state known as the Crystal Empire was captured and enslaved by a dark wizard by the name of Sombra. I wasn't in the city at the time, and right before it disappeared...wherever the Crystal Heart was, to save me; a citizen, it...exiled me.”

“What? How would that save you?” Pinkie asked in confusion, and Game shrugged slightly.

“Not sure. But, let's say that there's a sort of contract between the Heart, and every citizen in the Empire. It protects us, in exchange for our love and faith. I have no idea what would have happened had I been violently separated from the Heart rather than it exiling me. The price I paid however; is that I'm stuck.” Game finished lamely, and Pinkie blinked.

“Stuck how? You're moving. You're not stuck on anything.” Pinkie stated, before gasping and pointing at him. “You're old!”

Game Junkie blankly stared at her. “I did say things relating to hundreds of years passing earlier.”

“Why are you old?” Pinkie poked his face, and started moving his firm dull gray skin around, not finding any wrinkles. “You don't look a day over twenty.”

“Exactly. I can't age for some reason. I am a “crystal” pony after all. Maybe, after being exiled, an important piece of me was lost that made me more “alive”. Because before this happened to me; I thought we were like all other ponies. We were born, we lived, we aged, we died. But now, I'm an exception.” Game sighed. “And you wonder why I'm such a downer.”

“Hey! Cheer up Gamey! Remember; I'm your friend now, so we're going to have fun!” Pinkie grabbed the downcast undead golem pony and dragged him out of the building to cheer him up, there was still an afternoon of fun to be had.

===//////>

Game Junkie had to admit; that mare was fun. After living for over a thousand years, and learning how to manipulate the world through the powers of the Fourth Dimension; things got kinda boring. But Pinkie managed to remind him how refreshing life could be. They didn't really do anything special, she just dragged him around, introducing him to ponies, getting to know the town. But it was because it was her that was doing it, going out of her way just for him, that made him smile ever so slightly.

“Aw~ he DOES smile!” Pinkie poked at his face and giggled, getting another sigh out of him.

“Why are you wasting your time on me Pinkie? I must be the most boring, most calm, and most uninteresting pony in this town. You could go hang out with your other friends. There's still time before sundown.” Game gestured to the sun in the evening sky, and Pinkie sighed wistfully.

“Oh~ what is a mare to do, when her male companion is so dismissive of her?” Pinkie then took a page out of Rarity's book, and faked a dead-away faint into his side, getting him snort at the ridiculousness.

“Fine. But it's getting late, and I have no place to stay since you ripped me out of my comfortable dimensional pocket, and I can't just make one of those you know. Have to craft them carefully, with love.” Game pointed out, and Pinkie beamed at him.

“You can stay with me!” She bounced around him. “The Cakes have a spare room. It's going to be the foal's room when they're born, but until then you can sleep there.”

“Don't we have to get, I don't know; permission?” Game shot back sarcastically, and Pinkie rolled her eyes in amusement.

“Duh~! But they trust me enough that it'll be fine if you crash for the night.” Pinkie started heading back towards the Corner, and Game followed. “So whatcha want for dinner?”

“Pinkie; I'm pretty much undead. I haven't had to eat since that faithful night.” Game licked his lips and grimaced. “But I could use a brushing. Not eating or drinking anything for a long time leaves a stale taste in the mouth.”

“Ew~! I'm glad I don't have to deal with that. The not eating part I mean. I love to eat!” Pinkie bounced, and Game couldn't help but notice the slight healthy jiggle the mare had to her body.

“Yeah, I can tell.” Game stated, and then promptly face-hoofed. “Idiot...centuries without social interaction is no excuse.”

“That's okay! I actually like the idea of being a little fluffy. Gives the stallions and mares something soft to hug.” Pinkie then hugged him again, being sure to squeeze him to her body. “I am soft right?”

“And warm.” Game didn't like the idea of her hugging his cold, dead body. “I must feel gross. Being so hard and cold.”

“Naw, it's nice. Like hugging a rock back on the farm.” Pinkie nuzzled him, and Game blushed lightly as he looked away from her. “Mm, but softer.”

“Pinkie...I'm getting uncomfortable.” Game was really not used to social interaction; was this normal in this era?

“But I'm getting so cozy~.” Pinkie actually rested her head into the crook of his neck, and seemed to relax. “So firm...like home....”

“Pinkie?” Game was surprised to hear her start to snore cutely. He looked around, and blushed at seeing a couple of mares looking at them in approval, and he cleared his throat. “Pinkie? Are you asleep?” He didn't get a response, so he carefully and slowly moved the mare onto his back, and began carrying her home.

===//////>

Telling the Cakes what happened wasn't all that hard. They said since Pinkie used to live and work on a rock farm with their cousins the Pies; she had a natural disposition towards stone, and since Game was “living” crystal, it wasn't that hard to think she got so comfortable she felt sleepy. They offered him to stay in the spare room like Pinkie knew they would, and he accepted.

When he finally woke up, it was to being snuggled by the sleeping Pinkie Pie in the morning sunlight. “Pinkie? What are you doing here?”

“Mm?” She opened her blue eyes, and yawned. “Sorry Gamey. Had a weird nightmare of my friends not liking my parties anymore, and I knew it would be easier to sleep next to something cold and hard.” Pinkie got off of him and stretched. “Morning Game.”

“Morning Pinkie.” Game got up after she got off the bed, and followed her downstairs to the kitchen, where a private dining table for the Cakes sat in the corner of the kitchen. Mrs. Cake, a rather healthy weighted light blue mare with purple cotton candy-like hair was cooking breakfast with a cheerful hum, occasionally rubbing her slightly swollen belly. Her cutie mark was suitably a cupcake. “Good morning Mrs. Cake.”

“Good morning dear! How did you sleep?” Mrs. Cake asked cheerfully as she was about to cook more for him, but paused. “Oh, right; he doesn't eat.” Mrs. Cake was admittedly disturbed by the prospect; she couldn't imagine life without eating, she LOVED to eat! “Sorry dear.”

“It's alright Mrs. Cake.” Game's senses of taste and smell were nearly gone after not using them for so long, save that he can taste how stale his mouth is without being brushed to add flavor, so this wasn't the torture they thought it might have been, and his sense of touch was deadened. Why he could feel anything at all was odd to him, but he didn't question it anymore, like how he didn't question why he could still sleep too, even if it was dreamless.

“Please dear; call me Cup. The only reason I'm usually referred to as Missus is because Carrot and I have the same second name.” In pony culture; it was odd for a married couple to be referred to as Mr. and Mrs. since their naming conventions made many ponies have completely different names than their parents. For ponies like the Cakes, Pies, and Apples however; it was a case of maintaining family heritage, but if two ponies with the same second name ended up married, which was rare, they could be called Mister and Missus; something ponies latch onto immediately since it is special.

“Very well Cup. Where is Carrot then?” Game sat at the table with Pinkie even if he wasn't going to eat.

“Oh he's out, getting groceries.” She delivered a plate of hay bacon and waffles to Pinkie, who immediately began drenching them in syrup. Pinkie was oblivious to it, but Game could easily see; Cup deflected that too easily, and distracted Pinkie with sugar. Game waited until Pinkie was in her own little world, cooing at the flavor of the food with her eyes closed, and he quietly trotted over to Cup and stood next to her to whisper.

“What's going on? What are you hiding from Pinkie?” Game asked curiously, and Cup sheepishly smiled.

“It's her birthday today. She always forgets. So her friends are getting together a surprise party for her at Sweet Apple Acres in the barn. We'd love some help keeping her occupied.” Cup whispered back, and Game nodded in confirmation before he returned to his seat next to the pink mare finishing her food.

“Okay Game! I'm going to get started on your party!” Pinkie was about to bolt from her seat, but Game grabbed her hoof.

“W-wait! Why today? I'm not ready!” Game pleaded, putting on the best puppy-dog eyes he could. He may have been several hundred years out of practice, but the slightly dead glaze of his gem-like slate gray irises quaked and glimmered in a quality that captivated Pinkie for a moment.

'My gosh...they're like pools of liquid slate....' Pinkie was lost for a moment, before she gulped and nervously smiled. “Um...well...it doesn't HAVE to be today....” Cup gaped in shock at what she was seeing; somepony actually talked Pinkamena Diane Pie out of holding them a party, even if it was to delay it. “So then...what are we going to do instead of having your welcome party?”

Game stopped the puppy eyes, making Pinkie pout slightly at missing them, which he failed to notice since he was so in-thought, but Cup didn't. Cup smiled knowingly as she went back to making more food for herself; she was eating for three after all. “Well...where haven't you taken me in town yet?”

Pinkie brightened up; she didn't really have enough time yesterday afternoon to show him everything. “Oo! There's Sweet Apple Acres! But it's outside of town so we should go there last...there's the hoofball fields, but those are on the edge of town...oh! My friends! I haven't introduced you yet! Sure; you'd meet them at your party, but it's never too soon to make new friends!” Cup looked frantic, and shook her head from behind Pinkie, and Game actually felt a drop of water condense on his head from his temperature dropping in worry.

“Um...I'm not really sure about that.” Game let his nervousness show, and rubbed his hooves together; and old nervous tick. “I...don't make friends easily. I'd feel more comfortable meeting them in a setting where it's all planned out; and I'm not intruding in on their lives.” Pinkie deflated a little, but sighed.

“Okie-dokie-lokie, I know what we'll do.” Pinkie got up, and surprisingly grabbed him around the neck with her tail, making him and Cup blush. “We're going to prank!” Game was too flustered at the intimate interaction between him and her tail to properly process her words.

“P-prank?” Game had no choice but to follow her, and Cup sighed in both exasperation and relief.

“That mare's about as subtle as a train wreck. Just like cousin Cherry Pie. Then again; it's the only reason why she had Pinkie and her three sisters.” Cup giggled before she groaned as her stomach roared loud enough to cause a slight rumble. “I know, I know you ravenous foals. I swear, you're going to ruin my figure....”

===//////>

Game was feeling...odd around Pinkie. She kept touching him. She leaned on him, hugged him, hit him in a joking manner (which didn't hurt at all, in spite of her strength), and couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of him for some reason whenever they weren't actively executing a prank on somepony.

She kept asking questions, about him, what his old life was like, what mares he'd dated. He told her there wasn't much more to him than he'd already told her, his old life was gone; and he preferred not to dwell on it. Finally; he'd never actually dated anypony, never had the desire to, never had the need to, and also he was scared of what anypony would think of him, an undead crystal shaped like a pony. Pinkie hugged him for several minutes when he admitted that, she even cried a little.

For some reason, seeing her cry hurt more than he thought it could, so he consoled her by hugging back for once.

After that; he felt he'd been too much of a downer, he hoped they had that party ready, she looked and sounded like she'd need it. Pinkie was telling him about when she used to live on the rock farm, how she spent day-in, day-out, doing nothing but work. Sure, she found fun in it when she could, but there was only so much you could do with rocks and imagination. She refused to let him apologize for reminding her of it, because she said whenever she touched him, she remembered the rare good times she'd had during her childhood.

So here they were; walking to Sweet Apple Acres with the pink mare leaning into him, enjoying his firm and cold body, her head nestled into his neck again. “Mm...so sleepy....”

“Don't fall asleep Pinkie. I don't want to have to introduce myself to your friend Applejack alone....” Pinkie managed to “convince” him, but really; it fell into his plans perfectly. 'Please, PLEASE let that party be ready. It's the late afternoon by now.' Game saw a rainbow-hued stallion flying overhead, who looked surprised to see them, and then smiled before gesturing him forward and flying back towards the farm. 'Good timing.' “Pinkie; we're here. Pinkie?”

Game turned to her, to see her looking at him so calmly, so...content. “Thanks Game....”

“For what?” Game was taken in surprise when Pinkie gently, and chastely kissed him on the lips with her eyes closed. His eyes widened, his ears perked, and his face flushed so red he thought he might turn into a ruby pony.

She pulled away slowly, and looked him in the eyes with affection. “For the date silly.”

“D-date?” Game flushed even more as he realized that; yes, this was a date. He'd spent the whole day with her, telling her about himself, and her telling him about herself. She'd been very touchy-feely, and he didn't mind it...they were like a dating couple now that he realized it. “O-oh...wow...um....” Game plopped onto his rump. “I-uh...I've never....”

“Been on a date.” Pinkie finished for him, and sat next to him with a foreleg around him in a half-hug, a look of understanding on her face. “Considering you're a total virgin, both in sex and dating; you're a damn good stallion Game. That was the best date I've ever been on.”

Game was flustered, and his dead heart, actually thudded in his chest, for the first time in a millennium. He gasped, actually gasped. He was breathing. “W-what?” He pretended to breathe before; a reflex. But now he was actually breathing. “What's happening?” Game was astounded, as he became filled with vigor. He looked at his hoof, and the clouded crystal began to clear up. He could see through it! “I'm! I'm!” He brightened up as a brilliant sheen overcame him. His body became clear crystal again, he was alive again! “How?!”

“Silly~! You said it yourself!” Pinkie bounced as she trotted around him and got into his face, her eyes filled with joy and love. “The Crystal Heart protects you in exchange for Love. Doesn't that mean it loves you back? When you lost it....” Pinkie put a hoof to his chest, and he relished in actually FEELING it, rather than a mere sensation of being touched. “You lost it's love. It let you go to protect you from whatever might have happened if something split you apart, rather than it letting you go. You had to find Love.” Pinkie got closer, and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. Game started panting, he was overwhelmed by these sensations. “And I'm willing to give you mine.”

“P-Pinkie...I....” Game suddenly claimed her lips, and the party pony was totally ready for it, and moaned as she hugged him tighter. They broke apart, and Game had joyous tears running down his cheeks. “But we just met-!”

“Shh! Remember what I said before?” Pinkie nuzzled him as he hugged her back, crying lightly into her shoulder. “We were friends before we met. Why can't we fall in love so quick too?” She rocked him back and forth a bit, and noticed some hoofsteps behind her, so she looked behind her to see her friends all approaching from the farm in curiosity. “Hey everyone...I'd like you to meet my coltfriend; Game Junkie.”

Game sniffed, and let go of the hug to stand. Everyone looked at his glorious shimmering diamond-like form in awe as he composed himself, and bowed. “Greetings everyone. I am Game Junkie. I'll gladly answer any of your questions. But...today isn't about me....” Game turned to Pinkie and this time did surprise her when he kissed her; getting a pleased mewl out of her. “Happy Birthday Pinkie.”

Pinkie blinked, and then gasped as her hair seemed to want to curl up from sheer happiness, but she held it down while she still seemed about to explode in joy. “OH WOW! That means! This is great! My Birthday is the same day I met my coltfriend!” Pinkie squealed in joy as she bounced around them all. “BEST! DAY! EVER!”

“That's not the end of it!” Twilight injected; getting that now as the perfect moment, as she teleported them all into the barn, revealing the party they'd set up. “We also prepared a surprise party!”

Pinkie gaped at them all, and actually started crying in joy. “Y-you threw a party? Just for me?” Pinkie wanted to hug them all at once just then. “GROUP HUG!” Pinkie somehow stretched her forelegs around everyone, and hugged them all as they all easily just dismissed the impossibility and hugged her back in a dogpile of giggles, chuckles, and groans from the more masculine members of the group that weren't braced for it. “I love you all so much!”

“We love you too Pinkie.” Kamina replied, and then cleared his throat. “Um...not to ruin the moment; but don't we have a party to get to?” Pinkie let them all go, and bounced around the barn like a super-ball.

“YEAH! LET'S PARTY!” Everyone got down, enjoying a wondrous bash just as great as Gummy's had been, if not better. “Yep! It is better!” You're welcome Pinkie. “Thank you so much Gamejunkie. I...I can't-.” Just...have fun Pinkie. “I will. And thank you. I can't say it enough.” Pinkie blew a kiss, and turned to Game Junkie, who was keeping an ear to us. “I don't think I would have found somepony as nice as him if I tried.” Don't thank me; thank...thank...I.... “GJ?” ...Nothing...just...you're welcome, Pinkie. I've got to go. The Gala is soon. Goodbye.“...Why do I feel like that's not for me?” Pinkie asked sadly, and I couldn't take anymore.

Goodbye....

“G....” Pinkie felt sad, but Game put a hoof to her shoulder.

“Let him go Pinkie...he has to solve his own problems.” Game kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled, ready to party.

Author's Notes:

Friendships come. Friendships go. But it's the memories that never leave. It's the special times you shared that let you know; it was worth it. Game Junkie is actually an old OC I made together with a friend; originally a joke character to be used as a self-insert joke cameo, but he evolved into much, much more.

I never got to use him. While I may have lost contact with her; I still cherished the fun we had working together, I might even make her OC cameo....

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